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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
Faith and Fear in Flushing made its debut on Feb. 16, 2005, the brainchild of two longtime friends and lifelong Met fans.

Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

Jason Fry is a Brooklyn writer whose first memories include his mom leaping up and down cheering for Rusty Staub. Check out his other writing here.

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Deliver Me, Oh Lord, From These Feckless Nibblers

Adrian Houser seems like a decent sort. And he pitched cromulently enough for the Brewers last year: eight wins, a 4.12 ERA, a 3.99 FIP that suggested he’d earned his more conventional numbers.

Yet he’s the first 2024 Met I can’t stand.

Houser’s been horrible, which he admitted after the latest debacle on Saturday, calling his pitching […]

A Familiar Nightmare

White Flight Stadium has been a house of horrors for the Mets for some time now, but the home of the Braves outdid itself Tuesday night, first with a rain delay that didn’t actually feature rain — they watered the goddamn infield when guys could have been playing on it — and then with horrible […]

Glass Case of Emotion

Can the Mets win by seven and have that feel like an afterthought?

It turns out they can — if the takeaway from the game isn’t a blast of a homer by Pete Alonso or a hustling triple by happily hale and hearty Brandon Nimmo or a host of hitting to break the second half of […]

The Model of a Modern Pitcher

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

In the 2012 offseason, the Mets made a controversial deal, sending knuckleball artist and fan favorite R.A. Dickey to the Blue Jays for a return built around a minor-leaguer who was seen as a […]

The Great White Whale of Arizona

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

Hark ye yet again—the little lower layer. All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event—in the living act, the undoubted deed—there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth […]

Baby-Faced Killer

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

Championship teams aren’t meant to last. When the New York Mets returned to Shea in April 1987 to defend their second title, supersub Kevin Mitchell was a Padre, World Series MVP Ray Knight was […]

Pitchers Break

I was five months old when the Mets completed their ascent from doormats to destiny’s darlings, and by the time I started collecting cards in 1976, the miracle makers had been largely dispersed. Just six were still Mets. The rest had become Pirates and Astros and Phillies and other questionable things, or started doing whatever […]

When It All Goes Wrong

What’s wrong with Jacob deGrom?

That’s the question we’d all like answered, starting with “my God, just tell me it isn’t the elbow.” And we had a lot of time to ponder that question Friday night, as the Mets finally kicked off a chilly, rainy game against the Brewers nearly three hours late and were then […]

It's Electric

We begin, as we apparently sometimes do, in June 2014 in Miami.

Zack Wheeler‘s best career start remains the one he turned in against these same Marlins that June 19. (Though we really are talking laundry: Justin Bour is the lone holdover from that squad.) In that game Wheeler faced the minimum 24 batters over the […]

A Hurler's Plan B

Somehow Matt Harvey‘s in his seventh season as a New York Met.

Which means he’s seen some shit.

Some of the troubles that have attached themselves to Harvey like so many barnacles have been typical New York bullshit, ginned up by the profoundly cynical sports-talk industry for which our town is ground zero. But some of them […]